Lyrics:
slab off of Bouldercrest
By my fourth slab I was paying rent
Mama said I was responsible
I was raised by Dr huxtable
I ain’t never been comfortable
Hot
Central Park was a thrivin' black town
Yo, Chuck, I'm fightin' the power right now
Thank you, Flav and P-E, puttin' it down
Puttin' your life on the line
his home
He had everything he needed
As long as he had his mustache comb
Then Fred the Flamenco flew on by
With a messy tuft of hair
He said, "Melvin,
to catch the 40 bus around the way
Me and fred benz, slanging tapes
All these things, that we did
Grab the microphone and start screaming "bitch!"
You
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
getting ready to leave
When somebody grabbed old Jim by the sleeve
And this good looking girl was asking my buddy to dance
I said Jim don't do it
hold up - wait - this girl is a guy?!
I tried to get away, I said, "Well, never mind
Maybe I'll see you some other time"
But then he grabbed me by my
Jenny said, when she was just five years old
You know there's nothin' happening at all
Every time she put on the radio
There was nothin' goin'
you wrote me, on the radio
And they told the world just how you felt
It must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
They never said your
bright yeah then wear a hat
We coming out on the top homie
Making hits man right off the bat
Always said this a competition
But what's competition when you
now it's easy to say
Right now, I'm legally and illegally paid
So, I could quit rap today, look like I'm streamin' away
So many hoes that I pipe, I
the rain to her favorite flow (yea, yea)
Right by my side thru the highs n lows (yea, yea)
She said she heard me on radio (yea, yea)
We fell in love like
of money.
Like I say ol' Jack Johnson he was a pugilist,
He was a pugilist by preference and by profession
And one day ol' Jack came walkin' on down by
The ones that stood by me like soldiers
You were there
I know you love me
But I'm still waiting for the Lord to come hug me
Send a sign or somethin'
right
Said welcome to the spirit of 1956
Patient in the bushes next to '57
The highway is your girlfriend as you go by quick
Suburban trees,
women that you know
And by the way if you see Barbara Walker tell her that I said hello
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
You, you, you
(You rappers can't be like Fred)
A-a-and
I grabbed her by the hair it came off in my hand
And that beautiful girl was just a beautiful man
And old Jim just got sick right there on the floor
And chasing it down with beer
Well I started sweating that old sticky sweat
And I know I was white as a sheep
Then one turned the radio on wide open
And said
said you had somethin' to prove
And then it hit me like a ton of bricks
I was broken and I couldn't be fixed
Girl, you got it right in my heart, yeah
knows what
I would've done if I wasn't locked
Up right now as soon as
I found out, I told them to just lock me in
And I've basically just been by myself
to the imagination
I won't stop on my emanicipation, proclamation
Through the radio stations
Facin' me, ain't that hard but it ain't that easy
Like I don't know
Then i started screwing around
-which is fooling around without dinner-
Then, I met Fred Casely
Wo said he could get me into Vaudeville
but, That
...
I drove by the grave to see her
Boy, that really is a pretty stone ...
I'm glad that Fred and Jan are here
It's better than you being here alone.
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